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She grabbed his arms. “Not in your wildest dreams will you believe this.”

  “Uh…” He ran his gaze down her pink satin nightmare of a dress. “Your sheep ran away and you need me to herd them for you?”

  She grimaced. “See? You think Little Bo Peep, too!”

  “Baby, that’s the last thing I think of when I look at you.”

  She went still, hands on his arms, eyes locked on his. “Kyle—” Suddenly she seemed to realize he was more than half-naked. With a hard swallow, she covered her eyes.

  “Hey, you’ve seen it all before,” he protested.

  “Just…take care of it.” She ground out the words.

  “Well, okay.” Purposely misunderstanding her, he put his hands on the elastic band of his shorts, prepared to take them off. “But you could at least say please.”

  Prologue

  “LOOK, I OWE YOU, all right?”

  “Yeah, just don’t forget it.” Kyle Moore stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a tux, for God’s sake. It wasn’t pretty. Neither was being squeezed into a dressing room the size of a thimble—all six feet three inches of him—with his baby brother peeking over his shoulder.

  Kevin—some baby at just over six feet himself—took a good look. “Tomorrow that will be me,” he said, paling slightly.

  “You can still run like hell. In no time you could be out of New Mexico on your way to anywhere. I’ll even take you,” Kyle offered, in a blatant, desperate, last-ditch effort to get out of being the best man and having to wear the bloody tux.

  Kevin smiled and shook his head. “Nah, I’m sort of fond of Taos. And of my life.” Reaching up, bashing his elbows on the walls in the process, he attempted to adjust his brother’s bow tie. “Besides, I’ll look better in the tux than you do.”

  “No doubt.” Kyle still wasn’t sure how it had happened, but Kevin had gone ahead and done the unthinkable. He’d fallen in love. It made him do stupid things like sighing dreamily for no reason, or staring off into space for long moments at a time. It made him happy to be trying on a tux.

  Insanity.

  Kyle shuddered and hoped it wasn’t contagious. Not that he had a problem with commitment. Hell, he’d been committed all his life. First, to helping his mother raise Kev, then to spending the last decade being a cop, taking down every scum he could get his hands on.

  Truth be told, he was tired. Very tired. In fact, he wanted a nice long leave of absence to…do whatever. Bike across Europe. Sail the Greek Islands. Nap in the Bahamas. Anywhere far from here.

  But right now, this tux was starting to itch. “I’ve got to get to work.”

  “You just closed a case,” Kevin said. “You’re entitled to a little personal time after killing yourself for weeks on end for the job.”

  It was months, but who was counting. “I’ve got paperwork.”

  “You work too hard, Kyle.”

  Yes, but in all these years Kevin had never noticed before. Chances were, he hadn’t really noticed until now—he just needed something from Kyle.

  Well, too bad. Today was actually a day off, a rarity, and he didn’t plan to waste another second of it. But before he could get out of the jacket, Kevin stopped him.

  “Don’t go yet.”

  Kyle shrugged him off. “This thing is making me claustrophobic.”

  “Badass cops don’t get claustrophobic.”

  “This one does.” Plus, it was hard to be a tough, badass cop wearing a ridiculously overpriced tux with a pink satin—pink satin!—cummerbund. “Who picked this color anyway?”

  “Lissa,” Kevin admitted. “She has a thing for pink. It’s not that bad, really. Squint your eyes a little and it even looks good.”

  “Yeah, if I squint them closed.”

  Kevin started fussing with Kyle’s bow tie. “A guy only gets married once.”

  “Not if he’s lucky—” Kyle’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when Kevin cranked the bow tie, cutting off his air circulation. “Hey!” he croaked, waving his hands. “Too tight.”

  “It looks just right to me.”

  Kyle shoved his brother’s hands away and let in some air. Definitely, he was going to take a vacation. As soon as this was over. He’d go count sand granules in Mexico. Or go castle combing in Scotland. Maybe he’d never come back.

  Well, he’d have to, because there was Kevin, who had always needed him.

  And suddenly Kyle had to know his brother would be okay. “Hey, Kev…are you sure?”

  “Sure?”

  “About this.”

  “Yeah, I think I’ll look good.”

  “Not the style of the tux, Kev. The wedding.”

  “Are you kidding?” His brother set his chin on Kyle’s shoulder and sent him a dopey grin. “Sex every night? Waking up with the woman of my dreams sharing my pillow? Having dinner ready for me when I get home?”

  “I don’t think women do that anymore.”

  “Did I mention the sex every night part?”

  “That’s only if you handle the honey-do list properly. She’s going to tame you, man.” The thought terrified Kyle.

  “Taming wouldn’t be so bad, not if Lissa loves me every day for the rest of my life.”

  Kyle gave up and sighed. “You’ve got it bad.”

  “Yeah.” Kevin’s grin went wicked as he lifted his pager and studied the message. “Oops, gotta go. Lissa’s boss is heading out for a meeting.”

  “So?”

  “So Lissa wants lunch.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And I’m the entrée.”

  “Oh, jeez.” Kyle winced at the image. “Don’t tell me that stuff.”

  “I have to. It’s why you have to go back out there right now and do my fitting for me.”

  “No way am I going back out there, it’s a bridal shop. A three-story bridal shop filled with…bridal crap.”

  “Exactly. You need the little dude with the pins sticking out of his mouth to measure you again. For me this time.”

  “Once was bad enough.”

  “Oh, come on, a guy can never get fondled enough.”

  “No. I still can’t believe I have to wear a tux, too. You’re really going to owe me.”

  “I’m begging you, bro.” Kevin waved the pager. “I have wild animal sex on the line here.”

  “It won’t work. I’m bigger than you are,” Kyle said a bit desperately because damn it, Kevin was giving him the puppy-dog eyes. He’d never, in all his sorry life, been able to resist the puppy eyes.

  Some tough, badass cop he turned out to be.

  “Not so much bigger,” Kevin wheedled. “Come on, please?”

  “There are people out there.”

  “Just a few women from the wedding party coming and going for their fittings, too. Please, Kyle? For me?”

  “You want me to wear this tux for another half hour, just so you can get laid?”

  “Well, yes.” Kevin beamed. “I’d do it for you, in a heartbeat.”

  “You’ll never have to,” Kyle vowed, weakening. Damn.

  “Then I’ll do something else. Anything.”

  “Yeah? Promise me you’ll only get married once.”

  Kevin laughed and slapped him on the back. “Deal. Now get out there and take it like a man. I’m going to sneak out back, and get it like a man.”

  1

  “DRESSES, and anything pink, should be outlawed,” she muttered while pulling on stockings. She hated stockings, but at least she’d purchased the thigh-high kind.

  Her own little defiance.

  Princess Andrea Katrine Fran Brunner of Grunberg specialized in defiance. At twenty-six, Annie considered herself a grown-up now, but she was a tomboy at heart, and always had been.

  Wearing a dress felt like…wearing a straitjacket. She couldn’t run in a dress, couldn’t ride her mountain bike. She couldn’t plop herself down on the beach and watch the waves. She couldn’t climb the highest tower of her castle home and stare off into the neighboring country of Switzerland, contemplating life,